better together: elvis re-nup

Photo from our pal Jessica’s Instagram feed

Brian and I aren’t what you’d call the target psychographic, for, say, Applebee’s, Disney World and/or bottle service nightclubs, so the brassy and, shall we say ‘colorful’ city of Las Vegas, NV isn’t exactly tops on our list of leisure voyages. Thus, we’re usually pretty sheepish to tell the story of how we met in said city–at a company conference, to boot. Last week, we returned to the very site of our fateful meeting for, you guessed it, another work conference. We thought it appropriate to embrace the cheese and renew our vows seven years later, with an approximation of the King himself officiating. It turned out to be some of the most giddy merriment we’ve enjoyed in a long time. I laughed so heartily I was crying out of my left eye. (Thank gods for the best Japanese eyeliner out there). Silly or not, any reminder of the dumb luck I found myself in for having conjoined with such an awe-inspiring, protective, loyal and unconditionally loving human is a major win in my book. That’s my hunka-hunka burnin’ love.

Photo from our pal Ting’s smartphone

Photo from our pal Ting’s smartphone

Photo from our pal Jessica’s Instagram feed

Stretch hummer limos Hustler Club ads = Klass with a capital K (photo from our pal Ting’s smartphone)

His: Adam jacket
Hers: Pearl by Georgina Chapman of Marchesa for JCPenney organza rosette dress, Rag & Bone Harrow booties, vintage Ferragamo purse

((Camille Brian Got Married — the real wedding playlist by James Mulry))